Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Never Broke Again
Künstler:in
P Yungin
Rap
Quando Rondo
Rap
No Limit Shawn
Programmierung
Trill C
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kamrein McClay
Komponist:in
Craig Rideaux
Komponist:in
Joshua Deshawn Henley
Komponist:in
Tyquian Bowman
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
No Limit Shawn
Produzent:in
Trill C
Produzent:in
John Frye
Mischtechniker:in
Marcus "Hardhead" Richard
Ingenieur:in
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm like oh, oh, oh-oh
You did me wrong, in the end, and I want out
You did me wrong, but in the end it's all gon' show
So cold, home, run on
I just wanna know your feelings, baby girl, just come and vibe
I just wanna have temptations in the Maybach when I ride
[Verse 2]
Don't need no bitch who don't even love me, don't even known me
I say I'm fifteen years old, I'm duckin' from the police
COS, your gang ain't lit
Pussy **** talkin' shit
He talk that shit, you pick that choppa up and buss that **** shit
Bitch, I been thuggin since a youngin', pussy bitch that's on Lil Trent
And I can put this on my friend, these pussy **** ain't yo friends
Catch a **** down bad and leave 'em down bad in the wind
Spin again
[Verse 3]
I'm like oh, oh, oh-oh
You did me wrong, in the end, and I want out
You did me wrong, but in the end it's all gon' show
So cold, home, run on
I just wanna know your feelings, baby girl, just come and vibe
I just wanna have temptations in the Maybach when I ride
[Verse 4]
Extensions stuffed down in my denim, I guess that's part of my fashion
I had to five-percent the window, don't want no cameras flashin'
Aye, inside of the rental, bitch I'm still blue flaggin'
All for a profit, he be plottin', tryna get his bag up
I sip that lean and get so high that I get sentimental
Drop to my knees like, "Lord, oh, why I'm still stuck in the middle?"
They always ask why bro so quiet, they don't know that he a killa
The code, that's what I'm gon' go by, look what the trenches dealt us
I did some damage to the streets, but shit, ain't no regrettin'
I might as well stop as soon as Meechy weigh more, that's my best friend
I'm not gon' trip, like fuck that preacher, I'm like the trenches' reverend
Float down that highway, crip blue seats, grippin' this Smith and Wesson
We watched the sunset on the beach, day 'fore that resurrection
Hard to pronounce without a C, 'cause that's my favorite letter
Don't make a sound, late night we creep then up that big Beretta
Then we left the house, it was you and me thought that it was a heaven, yeah
[Verse 5]
I'm like oh, oh, oh-oh
You did me wrong, in the end, and I want out
You did me wrong, but in the end it's all gon' show
So cold, home, run on
I just wanna know your feelings, baby girl, just come and vibe
I just wanna have temptations in the Maybach when I ride
[Verse 6]
So cold, home, run on
I just wanna know your feelings, baby girl, just come and vibe
I just wanna have temptations in the Maybach when I ride
Written by: Craig Rideaux, Joshua Deshawn Henley, Kamrein McClay, Marcus Richard, Tyquian Bowman